Page 81 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

Dylan rolls his eyes. “Are you seriously asking? Maybe because you’re Tweedle Dee and he’s Tweedle Dum?”

I grit my teeth. “Stop calling me that name.”

Fender snorts. “The same way you stopped calling me grumpapottamus when I asked.”

I shrug. “If the name fits.”

Fender growls and steps toward me but Dylan clears his throat and nods toward the press waiting on the other side of the studio. We’re in the recording studio so they can’t actually hear us but I wouldn’t put it past them to make up what we’re saying. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Has anyone heard from Jett?” Dylan asks the room but everyone’s attention focuses on me.

“I haven’t heard from him. I’ve been kind of busy.”

“Being busy never stopped you and Jett from pulling your shenanigans before,” Fender says.

I glare at him. “You better not be comparing Mercy to the fans and groupies.”

The door opens and our manager, Mike, stomps in. “Where the hell is Jett? I can’t keep the fans waiting much longer.”

“We can start without him,” I suggest.

“We can’t start without Jett. The rest of Cash & the Sinners are in committed relationships,” he spits out. “I need at least one of you to flirt with the fans.”

The implication is obvious. I used to be the one who flirted with the fans at these meet and greets.

Cash clears his throat. “There’s no actual requirement for us to flirt with fans during these events.”

Mike glares at him. “Those fans out there didn’t spend days phoning into radio stations to win a meet and greet with Cash & the Sinners.”

“They didn’t?” Fender growls.

“They want the fantasy of some rockstar falling in love with them. Which means you need to flirt with them.”

“In my experience,” I say. “I don’t need to flirt for fans to think I can fall in love with them. In fact, they don’t need any encouragement at all.”

Mike sighs. “You had to throw the naked woman out of your shower? You couldn’t kiss her at least?”

Mike’s a good manager but I’m going to have his ass fired if he doesn’t reel it in. I nearly lost Mercy once because of the antics of fans. I’m not risking losing her again. My sassy girl brought the sunshine back into my life. I’m not returning to the dark.

“I am not kissing fans to please you,” I grit out.

Cash, Dylan, and Fender move to stand behind me.

“None of us are,” Cash says.

“Love has ruined all of you,” Mike mutters.

The door bangs open behind him.

“Love hasn’t ruined me,” Jett declares as he saunters into the room.

I rush to him. “Where have you been?”

I slap him on the back and he winces.

“Are you hurt? I told you the surfing competition wasn’t a good idea.”

He smirks. “It wasn’t a good idea. It was an excellent idea.”

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